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One step in front of the next. We move to get where we're going. Then breathe.
inspiring
tooth fairies and other things to believe in /
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In some aspects, I've not strayed very far from the little boy I was many years ago. I still believe in the tooth fairy, love, G.I. Joe, and that a brand new pair of sneakers make me run faster and jump higher.
Looking back, probably the biggest difference is that my heroes today don't wear capes or emblazoned snazzy letters with lightning bolts on their chests. I’ve never seen them wear utility belts either. But I can always count on their lyrical poetics of the human soul and a few guitar strings to save me from the deepest wretches of my worst nemesis.
My days are now more layered. They offer me more, including those things I believe in.
ornately guarded /
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Protected. Hidden. Guarded. Secreted. Alone.
Purged far away from and with their own beautifully obstructed sentiment, keepsakes are locked away.
the conversation of silence /
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I've had days when forgiveness reminded me of my father. There were so many things he told me... often without ever saying a word. But I always made a point to listen.
father son days /
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Days behind us offer no re-runs or do-overs. Yesterday my son and I spent a great afternoon together in the upper rows of section 313. We'll never have a chance to relive it, but you'll never take it away from us either.
We own it. It's ours... forever.
the waiting /
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Dreams are often interrupted by it. Ambitions create it.
There are days when I feel like I've done nothing but wrap my entire existence around it. Or maybe that's not the case at all ...and it's really just wrapping itself around me?